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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.