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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 oboe 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.