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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.