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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Index,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.