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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Victims 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.