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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.