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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Qualms to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.