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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.