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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.