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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
UT,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Fear,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.