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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.