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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.