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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.