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 Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.