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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Ossler,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.