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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Slave,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.