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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.