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 Mexico and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.