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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.