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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
The Human League,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.