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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.