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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 London.
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 linndrum 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.