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 Algeria 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.