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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Pole,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.