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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Crime,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.