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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.