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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.