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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
John Cale,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.