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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs 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?
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.