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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.