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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.