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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.