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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.