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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.