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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.