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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Yaz,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.