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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.