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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.