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 Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.