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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.