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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Lyres to the rap 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
the Swans,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.