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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.