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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Niagra,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.