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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 organ 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.