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 Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
DNA,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.