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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.