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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.