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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the rock 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
The Index,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.