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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.