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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Franke to the disco 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Deakin,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
10cc,
MC5,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.