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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.