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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Offenders to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.