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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 The Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.