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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.