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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
ABC,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.