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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.