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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.