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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.