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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.