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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Brick,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.