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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Slave,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.