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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.