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 Korea North and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
the Association,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Nico,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.