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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.