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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
The Slits,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.