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 Italy and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Technova,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.