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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.