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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.