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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
The Martian,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.