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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.