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 Uzbekistan 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.