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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.