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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.