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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.