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 Armenia and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.