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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 The Names to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.