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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 Toronto and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Ituana,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.