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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.