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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Smog,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.