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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Buckinghams to the funk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Swans,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.