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 Italy 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.