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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.