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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 John Lydon to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
The Move,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.