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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.