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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.