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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 The Human League to the rap 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.