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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.