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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
CMW,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Index,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.