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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.