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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.