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 Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the rock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.