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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Oneida,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.