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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Symarip,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Index,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.