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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.