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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Lou Reed 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
The Move,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.