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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Cure to the funk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.