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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.