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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.