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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Yazoo to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.