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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.