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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
PIL,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.