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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.