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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.