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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Buzzcocks to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.