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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.