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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Scrapy 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
The Move,
JFA,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.