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 Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.