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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Pulsallama 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.