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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.