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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smiths to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.