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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.