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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.