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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.