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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.