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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.