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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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The Victims,
Whodini,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
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.