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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence 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?
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.