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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.