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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.