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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the electroclash 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.