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 Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.