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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.