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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 The Techniques 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.