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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.