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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.