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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
UT,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.