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 Tonga 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.