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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Slave,
EPMD,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.