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 Denmark 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.