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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.