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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 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 The Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.