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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.