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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.