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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.