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 Honduras and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.