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 United States and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.