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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.