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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.