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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the dance 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.