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 Comoros 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Hashim,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.