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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.