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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 the Human League 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.