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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Niagra,
MDC,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.