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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.