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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.