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 New Zealand 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.