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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.