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 Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.