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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
10cc,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.