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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Index to the rock 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.