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 Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.