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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.