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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.