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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.