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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
X-102,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.