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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Nas,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.