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 Georgia and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.