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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.