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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.