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 Macedonia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.