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 Eritrea 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.