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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.