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 Morocco and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.