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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.