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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.