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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
The Martian,
Wings,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.