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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.