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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 World's Most 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.