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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Scion,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.