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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.