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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.