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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motions to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.