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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 theremin 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Television,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.