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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Associates to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.