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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.