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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.