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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.