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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.