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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.