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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Magazine,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.