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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.