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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.