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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster 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?
Avey Tare,
UT,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.