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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
This Heat,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.