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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Can,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.