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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.