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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Martian,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.