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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Ituana,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Nico,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.