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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.