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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans 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?
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
MDC,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.