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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.