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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.