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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.