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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.