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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.