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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Joe Finger to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
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The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.