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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.