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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.