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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.