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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.