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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.