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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Tears for Fears to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.