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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.