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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Wire,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.