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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the rock 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.