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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.