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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.