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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 L. Decosne 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.