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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.