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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.