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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Lungfish to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.