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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.