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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.