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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.