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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Pole to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.