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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.