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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
ABC,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.