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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.