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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.