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 Greece and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Index,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.