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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.