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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.