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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.