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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.