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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Slackers to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.