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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.