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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.