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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 The Move to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.