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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Magma,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.