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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.