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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.