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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.