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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.