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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose 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?
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.