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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.