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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.