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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.