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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
Index,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.