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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Misunderstood to the crunk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.