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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Rekid,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.