Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.