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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.