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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott 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?
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.