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 Togo and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Hashim,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.