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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
CMW,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.