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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.