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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.