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 Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.