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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 dance 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Swans,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.