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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.