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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Can,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.