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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.