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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.