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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.