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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.