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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.