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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.