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 Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Visage,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.