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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.