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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.