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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Vogues to the jazz 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
The Sound,
Television,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.