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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.