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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Chrome,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.