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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.