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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 marimba 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.