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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.