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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
DNA,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.