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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.