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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.