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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.