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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.