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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.