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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.