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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Darondo,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.