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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette 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?
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Q65,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.