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 Madagascar 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.