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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.