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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.