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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.