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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
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 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 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.