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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Wings,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.