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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.