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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
UT,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.