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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Maleditus Sound 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.