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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
PIL,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.