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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Q and Not U to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
the Association,
Mars,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.