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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.