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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Association to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.