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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.