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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Wings,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.