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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
X-102,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.