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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mojo Men 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.