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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Can,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.