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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.