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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.