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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.