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 Sweden and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Television,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.