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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Wake to the rap 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.