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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 guitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.