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 France and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.