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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.