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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Wings,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.