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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.