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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
10cc,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.