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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.