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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 marimba 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Gong,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
UT,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.