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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Hoover,
PIL,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.