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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.