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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.