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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.