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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.