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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.