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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.