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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Pole,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.