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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.