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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Crime,
Skaos,
Urselle,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.