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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
MC5,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.