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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.