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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.