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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.