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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.