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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.