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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Gong,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.