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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
the Slits,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.