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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.