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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.