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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
ABC,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.