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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.