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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Nas,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.