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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Smiths to the rap 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.