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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.