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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 snare 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.