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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '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 Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.