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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.