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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
June Days,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.