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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.