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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Hashim,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.