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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.