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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.