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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.