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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.