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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Lyres,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.