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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.