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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Tres Demented to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Wire,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.