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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.