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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Oneida,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.