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 Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.