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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.