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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.