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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Television,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.