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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Pretty Things to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.