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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.