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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.