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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Can,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.