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 Sudan and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Franke,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.