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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.