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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Japan,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.