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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.