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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.