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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.