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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.