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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.