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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Little Man,
The Index,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.