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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.