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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Dennis Brown to the disco 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
the Human League,
Monks,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.