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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Faust,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.