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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 808 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.