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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Echospace 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Monks,
The Martian,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.