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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Seoul and New York.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Television,
Symarip,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.