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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Slave to the grunge 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.