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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.