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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.