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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.