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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.