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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
This Heat,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
the Germs,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.