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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.