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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.