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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.