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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.