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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.