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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.