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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.