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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.