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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Quantec to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.