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 Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Davy DMX to the grunge 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.