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 Bhutan 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the dance 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.