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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.