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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.