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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.