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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 UT to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.