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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.