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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.