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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.