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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
The Fall,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.