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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.