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 St Lucia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.