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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
MDC,
Can,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.