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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.