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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.