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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.