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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Ludus to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.