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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.