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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Can,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.