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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.