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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.