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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.