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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.