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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.