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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 This Heat to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.