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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.