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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.