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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.