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 Monaco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.