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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 mellotron 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.