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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Pole to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.