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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.