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 Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.