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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the rock 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.