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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.