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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the funk 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.