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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.