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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Quantec,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.