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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.