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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.