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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.