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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Moleskins to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.