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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.