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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.