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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.