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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the rock 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Slave,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.