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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.