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 Bahamas 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.