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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.