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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.