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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.