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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Crime,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.