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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.