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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.