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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.