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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.