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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Zeros to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.