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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the rock 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.