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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Steve Hackett to the techno 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
the Association,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
The Move,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.