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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.