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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cowsills to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.