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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.