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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.