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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.