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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.