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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Wire,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.