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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.