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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.