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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Shoche,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.