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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.