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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.