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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Smiths to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.