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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.