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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.