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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.