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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.