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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.