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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.