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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.