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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.