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 Mauritius 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.