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 Burkina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
CMW,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.