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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.