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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.