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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Anakelly to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.