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 Paraguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Mars,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.