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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.