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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.