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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Wire,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.