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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC 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?
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Visage,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.