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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.