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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.