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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.