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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.