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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.