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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 X-102 to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
JFA,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.