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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Aswad to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.