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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.