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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Organ,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.