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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.