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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.