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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.