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 Burkina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.