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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.