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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.