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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.