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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.