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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Organ,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.