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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.