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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.