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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.