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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.