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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.