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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.