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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.