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 Finland and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.