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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.