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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.