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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.