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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Japan,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.