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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Slave,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.