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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
The Wake,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.