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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.