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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.