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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.