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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
UT,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.