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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.