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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.